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[WP] You're the most powerful being in existence, a master chronomancer able to pass through and bend time with less effort than it takes to breath. Your might is so great that some go mad at the thought of it. With all this power you have one desire: to be the best janitor this school has ever seen | Hey, have you heard? About the seven mysteries of Arcania High School?
*That sounds interesting, what mysteries does this place have?*
​
**The first mystery** : The murderous ghost of the kitchen. At 12 midnight, there is a ghost in the kitchen. You can hear "Chop, Chop, Chop" as soon as you go near the ... | Again? Really? That's the third time this month. I this school is so full its almost impossible for me to clean without some kid stumbling into the room. What? Try using my powers to keep the kids from seeing? Already tried that, literally drove the entire school mad, not just the school even, the entire literal planet... | |
[WP] Every hundred years a young maiden is sacrificed to the great dragon. The dragon is disgusted by this practice and is not sure how it got started, so every hundred years it rescues the sacrifice, inadvertently making it appear as though the girl was eaten | Marion tumbled across the cave floor, head over heals. She was momentarily disorientated before picking herself up and turning to face the Great Dragon. Silhouetted by the early morning sun, it stood motionless, blocking the entrance.
“Stay away” she hissed. Marion pulled a knife out from the folds of her dress... | “Rawwwrrrr!! I am big bad dragon! Who have you brought forth for me this day!?”
“S-she’s right here.”
“Rawwrrrrr!! Then step aside as I DEVOUR HER! Rawwwrrr!!”
The dragon paused as the girl shivered.
“But no looksies… Rawwwrrr!!!”
The crowd scattered and the dragon was left alone with the girl.
They did make up ... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Warning! The writing switches between first person (italics) for thoughts and journal entries and third person (normal) for actions and dialogue throughout the story. Sorry if it’s confusing, the story just turned out that way.
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BOOKS OF MONSTERS AND MEN
Book One: The Book of the Foothills
​
... |
A Moment of Duality
W.E.B. Dubois once told me that all Black souls have a duality – one side that is American, and another side that is Black American. Well he did not tell me, per se, I read it in a book. But the book spoke to me, so I consider that to be Dubois speaking to me. In fact, his words resonate so str... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | (my first try at a prompt. Hopefully I'll get more in the groove down the way. :) )
Garish color and loud advertisements were the pulse of the Hive, the very lifeblood of the undercity. Jack had gotten used to them in the last six or so years - he couldn't sleep anymore without the washed-out pink glow of the less-t... |
A Moment of Duality
W.E.B. Dubois once told me that all Black souls have a duality – one side that is American, and another side that is Black American. Well he did not tell me, per se, I read it in a book. But the book spoke to me, so I consider that to be Dubois speaking to me. In fact, his words resonate so str... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | I don't know enough about orc culture to know what they would consider a slight versus a an act of war and how they would respond to each accordingly.
But...
I have this image of the doctor waiting in line for breakfast at a chain fast food place and while he's waiting, they switch to the lunch menu. He politely requ... | \[Poem\]
**Of different Blood**
​
A war is never short or easy, it’s seldom fair or good,
And enemies are dark and crazy, and made of maddest blood.
I have sworn to help the helpless and save who can be saved,
But could there be a monster lurking that we ourselves have raised?
\--
Of all the blood b... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | (my first try at a prompt. Hopefully I'll get more in the groove down the way. :) )
Garish color and loud advertisements were the pulse of the Hive, the very lifeblood of the undercity. Jack had gotten used to them in the last six or so years - he couldn't sleep anymore without the washed-out pink glow of the less-t... | \[Poem\]
**Of different Blood**
​
A war is never short or easy, it’s seldom fair or good,
And enemies are dark and crazy, and made of maddest blood.
I have sworn to help the helpless and save who can be saved,
But could there be a monster lurking that we ourselves have raised?
\--
Of all the blood b... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | I don't know enough about orc culture to know what they would consider a slight versus a an act of war and how they would respond to each accordingly.
But...
I have this image of the doctor waiting in line for breakfast at a chain fast food place and while he's waiting, they switch to the lunch menu. He politely requ... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | (my first try at a prompt. Hopefully I'll get more in the groove down the way. :) )
Garish color and loud advertisements were the pulse of the Hive, the very lifeblood of the undercity. Jack had gotten used to them in the last six or so years - he couldn't sleep anymore without the washed-out pink glow of the less-t... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | He sank to his knees in defeat. All around him the screams of the dying. The city's defences had fallen and the elves descended on the population with ferocity bourne of vengeance. The sun was hidden behind thick plumes of greasy smoke. The wounded had stopped arriving from the front lines. The defences had long since ... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | I honestly thought I was retiring when I moved to Orsunder. The Orcish homeland was known for its vibrant landscapes and easy going weather (in some parts, most parts were quite harsh) so it made for easy retirement. Unfortunately for me I can’t predict political downfalls nor could I predict the capitulation of the Or... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It was a gloomy day for Darwin both figuratively and literally. You see, Darwin had been getting caught up in some shifty business with the local mad wizard.
“Three days shall be your reprieve,
for thine payment to retrieve.
For if my rules thou wilt not follow, Scorpions ta... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Ganymede, the medic, wished desperately for the self-control to quiet his heaving chest, the better to hide from the ambush that had wiped out his unit.
He'd tried to tell them. A year earlier, with a different unit, he'd seen almost exactly the same thing: two ambush parties collapsing on his unit like a pincer, from... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | "No, I don't have a writ of ownership, but I have both the backing of the town's notables as well as the company of these men here," Gregor Trunch looked up to Cutter Riverbeck when he made his proclamation. The man was Human with an average stature that had shrunk some with age. He had a full head of hair that had gon... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Lost traveler lays on my floor,
pleads for help and nothing more,
shifting eyes in far off town,
lack of trust all around,
a cleansing herb and nothing more,
green warrior out the door...
​
Red of face, red of blood,
fleeing horrid rains and floods,
twirls his spear all around,
injured, sick, honor... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | 6th day, 3rd Moon of Solaria, 5th Year of the Southern Subjugation Campaign
We've captured some greenskins - Sgt. Winters wants them alive. "Alive" he says, after he'd been using the last few POWs for swordsmanship practice. The beasts don't even get the luxury of being properly slaughtered. I've mended their wounds a... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Florence's knees hurt. they always hurt these days. This was a hot one. Why do they always pick the hottest days to do their killing? She harrumphed.
There was no more time for her aches and pains or harrumphs. The first clash had happened. The rest of the day was the whirlwind of triage. Who to save. Who was past s... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | [poem] The Gardener
/
I built them from my masters' foes, those toppled monuments to war;
Slinking low behind their kin as shadows do.
Mended made - but not whole.
Chains across and dragging down those many hands that still swing axe and flame.
Weights upon their hearts.
Weakness stitched to strength.
Gri... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | (my first try at a prompt. Hopefully I'll get more in the groove down the way. :) )
Garish color and loud advertisements were the pulse of the Hive, the very lifeblood of the undercity. Jack had gotten used to them in the last six or so years - he couldn't sleep anymore without the washed-out pink glow of the less-t... | I don't know enough about orc culture to know what they would consider a slight versus a an act of war and how they would respond to each accordingly.
But...
I have this image of the doctor waiting in line for breakfast at a chain fast food place and while he's waiting, they switch to the lunch menu. He politely requ... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | I honestly thought I was retiring when I moved to Orsunder. The Orcish homeland was known for its vibrant landscapes and easy going weather (in some parts, most parts were quite harsh) so it made for easy retirement. Unfortunately for me I can’t predict political downfalls nor could I predict the capitulation of the Or... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It was a gloomy day for Darwin both figuratively and literally. You see, Darwin had been getting caught up in some shifty business with the local mad wizard.
“Three days shall be your reprieve,
for thine payment to retrieve.
For if my rules thou wilt not follow, Scorpions ta... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Ganymede, the medic, wished desperately for the self-control to quiet his heaving chest, the better to hide from the ambush that had wiped out his unit.
He'd tried to tell them. A year earlier, with a different unit, he'd seen almost exactly the same thing: two ambush parties collapsing on his unit like a pincer, from... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | "No, I don't have a writ of ownership, but I have both the backing of the town's notables as well as the company of these men here," Gregor Trunch looked up to Cutter Riverbeck when he made his proclamation. The man was Human with an average stature that had shrunk some with age. He had a full head of hair that had gon... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Lost traveler lays on my floor,
pleads for help and nothing more,
shifting eyes in far off town,
lack of trust all around,
a cleansing herb and nothing more,
green warrior out the door...
​
Red of face, red of blood,
fleeing horrid rains and floods,
twirls his spear all around,
injured, sick, honor... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | 6th day, 3rd Moon of Solaria, 5th Year of the Southern Subjugation Campaign
We've captured some greenskins - Sgt. Winters wants them alive. "Alive" he says, after he'd been using the last few POWs for swordsmanship practice. The beasts don't even get the luxury of being properly slaughtered. I've mended their wounds a... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Florence's knees hurt. they always hurt these days. This was a hot one. Why do they always pick the hottest days to do their killing? She harrumphed.
There was no more time for her aches and pains or harrumphs. The first clash had happened. The rest of the day was the whirlwind of triage. Who to save. Who was past s... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | The orcs live long and are hard to kill. Not that many generations ago the old prejudices might've held true - the orcs had numbers and strength and endurance but they weren't smart or fast. They were fearless and quick to anger and to throw themselves into combat. .
Well, those prejudices might not be all wrong, eve... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | I honestly thought I was retiring when I moved to Orsunder. The Orcish homeland was known for its vibrant landscapes and easy going weather (in some parts, most parts were quite harsh) so it made for easy retirement. Unfortunately for me I can’t predict political downfalls nor could I predict the capitulation of the Or... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | I honestly thought I was retiring when I moved to Orsunder. The Orcish homeland was known for its vibrant landscapes and easy going weather (in some parts, most parts were quite harsh) so it made for easy retirement. Unfortunately for me I can’t predict political downfalls nor could I predict the capitulation of the Or... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | It was a gloomy day for Darwin both figuratively and literally. You see, Darwin had been getting caught up in some shifty business with the local mad wizard.
“Three days shall be your reprieve,
for thine payment to retrieve.
For if my rules thou wilt not follow, Scorpions ta... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | It was a gloomy day for Darwin both figuratively and literally. You see, Darwin had been getting caught up in some shifty business with the local mad wizard.
“Three days shall be your reprieve,
for thine payment to retrieve.
For if my rules thou wilt not follow, Scorpions ta... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | "No, I don't have a writ of ownership, but I have both the backing of the town's notables as well as the company of these men here," Gregor Trunch looked up to Cutter Riverbeck when he made his proclamation. The man was Human with an average stature that had shrunk some with age. He had a full head of hair that had gon... | Ganymede, the medic, wished desperately for the self-control to quiet his heaving chest, the better to hide from the ambush that had wiped out his unit.
He'd tried to tell them. A year earlier, with a different unit, he'd seen almost exactly the same thing: two ambush parties collapsing on his unit like a pincer, from... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | 6th day, 3rd Moon of Solaria, 5th Year of the Southern Subjugation Campaign
We've captured some greenskins - Sgt. Winters wants them alive. "Alive" he says, after he'd been using the last few POWs for swordsmanship practice. The beasts don't even get the luxury of being properly slaughtered. I've mended their wounds a... | Ganymede, the medic, wished desperately for the self-control to quiet his heaving chest, the better to hide from the ambush that had wiped out his unit.
He'd tried to tell them. A year earlier, with a different unit, he'd seen almost exactly the same thing: two ambush parties collapsing on his unit like a pincer, from... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | Ganymede, the medic, wished desperately for the self-control to quiet his heaving chest, the better to hide from the ambush that had wiped out his unit.
He'd tried to tell them. A year earlier, with a different unit, he'd seen almost exactly the same thing: two ambush parties collapsing on his unit like a pincer, from... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Florence's knees hurt. they always hurt these days. This was a hot one. Why do they always pick the hottest days to do their killing? She harrumphed.
There was no more time for her aches and pains or harrumphs. The first clash had happened. The rest of the day was the whirlwind of triage. Who to save. Who was past s... | Ganymede, the medic, wished desperately for the self-control to quiet his heaving chest, the better to hide from the ambush that had wiped out his unit.
He'd tried to tell them. A year earlier, with a different unit, he'd seen almost exactly the same thing: two ambush parties collapsing on his unit like a pincer, from... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | Ganymede, the medic, wished desperately for the self-control to quiet his heaving chest, the better to hide from the ambush that had wiped out his unit.
He'd tried to tell them. A year earlier, with a different unit, he'd seen almost exactly the same thing: two ambush parties collapsing on his unit like a pincer, from... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | "No, I don't have a writ of ownership, but I have both the backing of the town's notables as well as the company of these men here," Gregor Trunch looked up to Cutter Riverbeck when he made his proclamation. The man was Human with an average stature that had shrunk some with age. He had a full head of hair that had gon... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | "No, I don't have a writ of ownership, but I have both the backing of the town's notables as well as the company of these men here," Gregor Trunch looked up to Cutter Riverbeck when he made his proclamation. The man was Human with an average stature that had shrunk some with age. He had a full head of hair that had gon... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | 6th day, 3rd Moon of Solaria, 5th Year of the Southern Subjugation Campaign
We've captured some greenskins - Sgt. Winters wants them alive. "Alive" he says, after he'd been using the last few POWs for swordsmanship practice. The beasts don't even get the luxury of being properly slaughtered. I've mended their wounds a... | Lost traveler lays on my floor,
pleads for help and nothing more,
shifting eyes in far off town,
lack of trust all around,
a cleansing herb and nothing more,
green warrior out the door...
​
Red of face, red of blood,
fleeing horrid rains and floods,
twirls his spear all around,
injured, sick, honor... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | Lost traveler lays on my floor,
pleads for help and nothing more,
shifting eyes in far off town,
lack of trust all around,
a cleansing herb and nothing more,
green warrior out the door...
​
Red of face, red of blood,
fleeing horrid rains and floods,
twirls his spear all around,
injured, sick, honor... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Florence's knees hurt. they always hurt these days. This was a hot one. Why do they always pick the hottest days to do their killing? She harrumphed.
There was no more time for her aches and pains or harrumphs. The first clash had happened. The rest of the day was the whirlwind of triage. Who to save. Who was past s... | Lost traveler lays on my floor,
pleads for help and nothing more,
shifting eyes in far off town,
lack of trust all around,
a cleansing herb and nothing more,
green warrior out the door...
​
Red of face, red of blood,
fleeing horrid rains and floods,
twirls his spear all around,
injured, sick, honor... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | Lost traveler lays on my floor,
pleads for help and nothing more,
shifting eyes in far off town,
lack of trust all around,
a cleansing herb and nothing more,
green warrior out the door...
​
Red of face, red of blood,
fleeing horrid rains and floods,
twirls his spear all around,
injured, sick, honor... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | They found the human puking in an alley.
Thorveig stood and watched him from across the way. The vomiting drunk hadn’t seen them yet, and probably wouldn’t any time soon. The buildings cast long shadows this far from the torchlight, and the full moon overhead added little. The drunk continued to wretch to the point o... | 6th day, 3rd Moon of Solaria, 5th Year of the Southern Subjugation Campaign
We've captured some greenskins - Sgt. Winters wants them alive. "Alive" he says, after he'd been using the last few POWs for swordsmanship practice. The beasts don't even get the luxury of being properly slaughtered. I've mended their wounds a... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | 6th day, 3rd Moon of Solaria, 5th Year of the Southern Subjugation Campaign
We've captured some greenskins - Sgt. Winters wants them alive. "Alive" he says, after he'd been using the last few POWs for swordsmanship practice. The beasts don't even get the luxury of being properly slaughtered. I've mended their wounds a... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | Florence's knees hurt. they always hurt these days. This was a hot one. Why do they always pick the hottest days to do their killing? She harrumphed.
There was no more time for her aches and pains or harrumphs. The first clash had happened. The rest of the day was the whirlwind of triage. Who to save. Who was past s... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | It seemed so long ago, and honestly it had been. Near 17 years, through 3 war, comprising a half dozen campaigns each and only the gods know how many battles. But that was a life time ago that all lead to today and a new world.
A young man-at-arms like my father before me. My mother though, she had been a seamstres... | Sixty centimeters by twenty centimeters. These numbers defined her. Defined him. The sun shone with a soft light as fluffy white clouds passed slowly overhead. A swallow-tail kite flew above, gliding on the breeze as it sunned itself leisurely. The oak tree's many branches extended their leaves, catching the light rays... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Doctor Algor sat alone, pensively in his private study. For a great many years, Dr Algor served as a field surgeon with the Emperor’s elite First Battalion, and never spent much time in his own home. Why would he? The First Battalion was justly famed for it’s lightning-quick movement and uncanny ability to pop up damn ... | Sixty centimeters by twenty centimeters. These numbers defined her. Defined him. The sun shone with a soft light as fluffy white clouds passed slowly overhead. A swallow-tail kite flew above, gliding on the breeze as it sunned itself leisurely. The oak tree's many branches extended their leaves, catching the light rays... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Doctor Algor sat alone, pensively in his private study. For a great many years, Dr Algor served as a field surgeon with the Emperor’s elite First Battalion, and never spent much time in his own home. Why would he? The First Battalion was justly famed for it’s lightning-quick movement and uncanny ability to pop up damn ... | "I am the Healer of Wynn! When I donned this mantle of responsibility, I made an oath. "*Protect thy Patients and do no Harm*". I have lived by this oath, and if needed, I will die by it!" A man dark hair, edged with gray shouted in defiance. His garb, a white robe with a symbol of a moon over a red sun, marked him as ... | |
[WP] A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands. | Geron nodded at the orc and attempted to squeeze passed his massive frame to get into the building.
The orc smiled and stepped aside, letting him enter.
Geron gave a quick thanks before rushing to the clerk’s desk.
“Hi, Geron. You’ve really got a way with the orcs, doc. I’ve been watching people push their way throu... | The old surgeon sat at his wooden desk, tapping his finger away at the paper. It was a notice that he noted, from Duke Walton.
Gallen crumbled the paper, but unraveled it and attempted to straighten it out with his forearm. He pictured the fat Duke indulging in ale and sweets as his sticky fingers signed off on the no... | |
[WP] Write a laid-back, rather mundane story about a person going about their day in a world where magical abilities and other similar phenomena are commonplace. | “Maggie? We’re just reviewing last night’s homework. You should have already taken notes.”
Alexandra looked over to the girl in the class that her teacher had spoken to, realizing that she actually didn’t recognize her. Thinking back, she remembered that Jessica had been gossiping with some other girls at the lunch t... | [Poem]
Flashes of green and purple in the sky,
A tunnel of dark fumes shooting upwards into the sky,
Dark cloaked shadows surrounding a pentagram of fire,
I walked along the street, head down, mind in the clouds.
Another day at work, another day wasted.
Crossing paths with dark mages drinking steamy potion ... | |
[WP] Write a laid-back, rather mundane story about a person going about their day in a world where magical abilities and other similar phenomena are commonplace. | The alarm clock buzzed to life as Edora groaned and shifted under the blankets. It was warm and comfortable and much like humans, she believed early mornings would kill her.
Rolling out of bed she pushed herself out and turned off the alarm. Muttering a simple prestidigitation spell her bed made itself as she slogged ... | [Poem]
Flashes of green and purple in the sky,
A tunnel of dark fumes shooting upwards into the sky,
Dark cloaked shadows surrounding a pentagram of fire,
I walked along the street, head down, mind in the clouds.
Another day at work, another day wasted.
Crossing paths with dark mages drinking steamy potion ... | |
[WP] After a sudden car accident, you go to heaven, a giant hotel filled with different generations of families. After meeting up with your distant ancestors and other guests, you begin waiting for your parents to arrive....It has been 10,000 years now, and you're starting to have some questions. | It was a bit awkward at first, I have to admit. I mean, meeting so many people for the first time who lived in such different time periods and were only connected to me by that ever thinning strand of DNA. And through the monitors in every room they got to watch me go through my life while I was unaware.
Trust me, you... | "Aw, they'll be here soon, I'm sure!" The receptionist's honeyed voice had grown a little tiresome to hear. I just gave her a weak grin and nodded.
The souls came by once a year. The dropoff had just happened and once again, mom and dad were missing. I'd kinda just assumed at this point, they must be immortal. Maybe g... | |
[WP] You and your party were sent by the king to kill a Necromancer has taken refuge at the edge of the kingdom, along with an army of undead warriors; but when you find him you discover he's not interested in taking over the kingdom, and is focused on fighting of the creatures of the nearby wastes. | "So, his Royal Highness hired you to kill me? Ah, how easily mortals forget."
The ancient Lich had been sat at a table, glancing at a myriad of maps and documents, when our party broke in. Now it sat back in its chair, one good eye fixed upon the party, while where the other eye should be, a mess of scarred and rotten... | The necromancer had no known name, title, or pseudonym. There was little information about him, and what we did know didn't help a lot: he was (or had been, lich status was still unkown) a human male, who lived in a small town at the borders of the duchy of Galonia, a frontier between the kingdom of Nakaria and the Gre... | |
[WP] Since you were born, whenever you did something big or special you would always see an 'achievement' pop up in the corner of your vision. As you go about your day, you see the achievement: "Apocalypse Starter" in the corner of your vision. | All my life I had seen achievements pop up whenever I did random things, either for the first time or for a set number of times. I remember seeing the "Heartbreaker" achievement after my fifth break-up and began to wonder what all was possible. I never wanted to do them all, just pondered the extent of my effect of the... | [Poem]
The Death Mask of Cthulhu.
Out of my dark dreams, my writhing insanity,
A vision of death with sordid depravity.
It perverts the perception of all time and space,
A herald of doom with cephalapodic face.
A leviathan terror rising from the deep
Where it lay for lost aeons in nightmarish sleep.... | |
[WP] It hasn't stopped raining for 10 years, everything is flooded. Humanity is hosting the annual meeting to discuss survival plans when a mysterious old man enters the room. "Sorry, for being late" - he says. Everyone looks out the window. The rain has stopped. | **Do you remember what the Sun sounds like?**
It's quiet, like nothing at all.
I had forgotten what it was like with no rain. No thunder, nor the rushing roar of water in our streets...
...until *he* arrived.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said. When he scraped his boots on the mat, clouds of dust arose from his feet.
Can... | "I have come to deliver a message!" the old man declared.
The mayor glanced up, briefly tearing his eyes away from his meeting notes. "Could you - could you hang on a second? We're discussing some important agricultural mandates..."
"No. This cannot wait a moment longer. The gods of rain and snow, sun and darkness, h... | |
[WP] It hasn't stopped raining for 10 years, everything is flooded. Humanity is hosting the annual meeting to discuss survival plans when a mysterious old man enters the room. "Sorry, for being late" - he says. Everyone looks out the window. The rain has stopped. | **Do you remember what the Sun sounds like?**
It's quiet, like nothing at all.
I had forgotten what it was like with no rain. No thunder, nor the rushing roar of water in our streets...
...until *he* arrived.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said. When he scraped his boots on the mat, clouds of dust arose from his feet.
Can... | "Sorry for being late," the old man in tattered clothes said as he mumbled under his heavy breathing, "I think I've fucked it up."
Everyone's eyes were fixed at the odd character who had crashed their meeting unannounced. The men and women – all important figures of all walks of life – would glance at each other occas... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | I stood up and did a short bow as she entered. “Thank you for meeting with me, your highness. I know it is unusual, the morning of the duel.”
Princess Marguerite, in a glimmering silver dress, her blond hair pulled up, gracefully walked to the table and took a seat. "It has been an enjoyable week. You are… different f... | \[Poem\]
**My frivolous Heart**
​
I traveled far and traveled wide to find eternal beauty,
Her hair so long and fair and bright, but her heart so gloomy.
Many tried to court this girl, this woman of perfection,
But all she offered them instead was just a stern expression.
\--
Raised by blade and made... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "What do you think you are doing?"
"Why setting up a chess board your highness. What does it look like?"
She honestly looked as confused as the murmuring crowd gathered around the arena. Everyone looked either confused or entertained, like I was some great fool.
"This is a duel to the death."
"Yes I know." as I c... | I made sure that every single sword in town has been bought out and currently hidden in a cave somewhere in the southern isles. My rouges have scoured every house, camp, and hovel in the city for any type of sword or sword-like object. Of course, getting the swords in the castle is going to be harder, and the sword th... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | The final day of courting with the Princess of the land was always a duel. The duel had become so popular in the land that the King had turned it into an event. Everyone would travel to the dueling grounds outside the palace and town to watch as a poor man was run through for their arrogance or stupidity.
Now I'm not ... | I made sure that every single sword in town has been bought out and currently hidden in a cave somewhere in the southern isles. My rouges have scoured every house, camp, and hovel in the city for any type of sword or sword-like object. Of course, getting the swords in the castle is going to be harder, and the sword th... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | She didn’t cry out. That’s what I remember most; she simply looked down at my rapier, thrust with a clean riposte, stabbed almost supernaturally good, just under her second rib, the tip just barely touching her heart.
She looked up at me: “But why?”
I stared her down. “The duel is to the death, Princess,” I hissed, m... | I made sure that every single sword in town has been bought out and currently hidden in a cave somewhere in the southern isles. My rouges have scoured every house, camp, and hovel in the city for any type of sword or sword-like object. Of course, getting the swords in the castle is going to be harder, and the sword th... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | The banners were raised and the trumpets rang out for all the townsfolk to hear: A courting duel would commence this day. I sat in my tent, my squires busying themselves worriedly around me, listening to the bustle outside, as spectators filled the royal jousting yard. The air was positively full of bubbling energy, bu... | I made sure that every single sword in town has been bought out and currently hidden in a cave somewhere in the southern isles. My rouges have scoured every house, camp, and hovel in the city for any type of sword or sword-like object. Of course, getting the swords in the castle is going to be harder, and the sword th... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "What do you think you are doing?"
"Why setting up a chess board your highness. What does it look like?"
She honestly looked as confused as the murmuring crowd gathered around the arena. Everyone looked either confused or entertained, like I was some great fool.
"This is a duel to the death."
"Yes I know." as I c... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | The final day of courting with the Princess of the land was always a duel. The duel had become so popular in the land that the King had turned it into an event. Everyone would travel to the dueling grounds outside the palace and town to watch as a poor man was run through for their arrogance or stupidity.
Now I'm not ... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | She didn’t cry out. That’s what I remember most; she simply looked down at my rapier, thrust with a clean riposte, stabbed almost supernaturally good, just under her second rib, the tip just barely touching her heart.
She looked up at me: “But why?”
I stared her down. “The duel is to the death, Princess,” I hissed, m... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | The banners were raised and the trumpets rang out for all the townsfolk to hear: A courting duel would commence this day. I sat in my tent, my squires busying themselves worriedly around me, listening to the bustle outside, as spectators filled the royal jousting yard. The air was positively full of bubbling energy, bu... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | Many princes of the land had come to try their hand against the princess. None of them would succeed. She had more control over her sword than anyone Id seen. I had something they didnt though. I was the only girl there. No one knew it though. I kept my hood up and my hair short. I didnt have a chance when it came down... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | I shook my head. "See thats the part that makes no sence to me. If i'm here to court you why would we fight to the death? If you win I die, if I win you die. Ether way the courtship was a waist of time."
"Oh wow." She said shocked. "That is really dumb." She pauses and turned to her father. "Why do we do the dea... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | They never suspect a lesbian in disguise, do they?
“You’re... you’re a...?”
“Indeed, my fair lady.” A wink. A nod. A flip of my luxurious chocolate locks. Though this may sound narcissistic, as gorgeous as I appear in dresses and skirts, I looked far more alluring in my chainmail. Princess Lara, like many, was unpre... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "So, uh, we'll have to fight to the death?"
The princess shrugged. "Yeah."
"Okay, so... thing is, I'll definitely lose," I admit. "I'm not exactly a fighter, and I'm honestly still not sure why I'm here."
"My father said that you could be worthy of me," she replies, nonchalantly stoking the flame before us. Her cham... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "We must duel to the death, you say?"
"Yes." She grins challengingly. "I so enjoy this part. The wooing is always fun, sure, but I've trained for this all my life. I'm the greatest swordman of the country. This is what I live for."
"Well, very well." I pull out two decks. "I like to play green blue. I'm assuming you... | “Princess, there is one last contestant who wishes to face you in trial!”
The princess looked up, carelessly tossing aside the bloodied rag she had been using to clean her blade. Behind her, a wooden cart dragging away the remains of the previous combatant. She gave the stranger a curious look, then shrugged it off, s... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | The final day of courting with the Princess of the land was always a duel. The duel had become so popular in the land that the King had turned it into an event. Everyone would travel to the dueling grounds outside the palace and town to watch as a poor man was run through for their arrogance or stupidity.
Now I'm not ... | "What do you think you are doing?"
"Why setting up a chess board your highness. What does it look like?"
She honestly looked as confused as the murmuring crowd gathered around the arena. Everyone looked either confused or entertained, like I was some great fool.
"This is a duel to the death."
"Yes I know." as I c... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | She didn’t cry out. That’s what I remember most; she simply looked down at my rapier, thrust with a clean riposte, stabbed almost supernaturally good, just under her second rib, the tip just barely touching her heart.
She looked up at me: “But why?”
I stared her down. “The duel is to the death, Princess,” I hissed, m... | "What do you think you are doing?"
"Why setting up a chess board your highness. What does it look like?"
She honestly looked as confused as the murmuring crowd gathered around the arena. Everyone looked either confused or entertained, like I was some great fool.
"This is a duel to the death."
"Yes I know." as I c... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | The banners were raised and the trumpets rang out for all the townsfolk to hear: A courting duel would commence this day. I sat in my tent, my squires busying themselves worriedly around me, listening to the bustle outside, as spectators filled the royal jousting yard. The air was positively full of bubbling energy, bu... | "What do you think you are doing?"
"Why setting up a chess board your highness. What does it look like?"
She honestly looked as confused as the murmuring crowd gathered around the arena. Everyone looked either confused or entertained, like I was some great fool.
"This is a duel to the death."
"Yes I know." as I c... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | They never suspect a lesbian in disguise, do they?
“You’re... you’re a...?”
“Indeed, my fair lady.” A wink. A nod. A flip of my luxurious chocolate locks. Though this may sound narcissistic, as gorgeous as I appear in dresses and skirts, I looked far more alluring in my chainmail. Princess Lara, like many, was unpre... | Many princes of the land had come to try their hand against the princess. None of them would succeed. She had more control over her sword than anyone Id seen. I had something they didnt though. I was the only girl there. No one knew it though. I kept my hood up and my hair short. I didnt have a chance when it came down... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "So, uh, we'll have to fight to the death?"
The princess shrugged. "Yeah."
"Okay, so... thing is, I'll definitely lose," I admit. "I'm not exactly a fighter, and I'm honestly still not sure why I'm here."
"My father said that you could be worthy of me," she replies, nonchalantly stoking the flame before us. Her cham... | Many princes of the land had come to try their hand against the princess. None of them would succeed. She had more control over her sword than anyone Id seen. I had something they didnt though. I was the only girl there. No one knew it though. I kept my hood up and my hair short. I didnt have a chance when it came down... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | They never suspect a lesbian in disguise, do they?
“You’re... you’re a...?”
“Indeed, my fair lady.” A wink. A nod. A flip of my luxurious chocolate locks. Though this may sound narcissistic, as gorgeous as I appear in dresses and skirts, I looked far more alluring in my chainmail. Princess Lara, like many, was unpre... | I shook my head. "See thats the part that makes no sence to me. If i'm here to court you why would we fight to the death? If you win I die, if I win you die. Ether way the courtship was a waist of time."
"Oh wow." She said shocked. "That is really dumb." She pauses and turned to her father. "Why do we do the dea... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "So, uh, we'll have to fight to the death?"
The princess shrugged. "Yeah."
"Okay, so... thing is, I'll definitely lose," I admit. "I'm not exactly a fighter, and I'm honestly still not sure why I'm here."
"My father said that you could be worthy of me," she replies, nonchalantly stoking the flame before us. Her cham... | I shook my head. "See thats the part that makes no sence to me. If i'm here to court you why would we fight to the death? If you win I die, if I win you die. Ether way the courtship was a waist of time."
"Oh wow." She said shocked. "That is really dumb." She pauses and turned to her father. "Why do we do the dea... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "So, uh, we'll have to fight to the death?"
The princess shrugged. "Yeah."
"Okay, so... thing is, I'll definitely lose," I admit. "I'm not exactly a fighter, and I'm honestly still not sure why I'm here."
"My father said that you could be worthy of me," she replies, nonchalantly stoking the flame before us. Her cham... | They never suspect a lesbian in disguise, do they?
“You’re... you’re a...?”
“Indeed, my fair lady.” A wink. A nod. A flip of my luxurious chocolate locks. Though this may sound narcissistic, as gorgeous as I appear in dresses and skirts, I looked far more alluring in my chainmail. Princess Lara, like many, was unpre... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "So, uh, we'll have to fight to the death?"
The princess shrugged. "Yeah."
"Okay, so... thing is, I'll definitely lose," I admit. "I'm not exactly a fighter, and I'm honestly still not sure why I'm here."
"My father said that you could be worthy of me," she replies, nonchalantly stoking the flame before us. Her cham... | So it had come to this. She pulled out her sword and I knew there was only one way I could win.
See, I'm not a swordfighter, or an expert of precision with any kind of weapon. I can really only wield two weapons to any deadly effect.
First up, the most versatile farming tool on Earth - the machete. I carry one with a... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "We must duel to the death, you say?"
"Yes." She grins challengingly. "I so enjoy this part. The wooing is always fun, sure, but I've trained for this all my life. I'm the greatest swordman of the country. This is what I live for."
"Well, very well." I pull out two decks. "I like to play green blue. I'm assuming you... | So it had come to this. She pulled out her sword and I knew there was only one way I could win.
See, I'm not a swordfighter, or an expert of precision with any kind of weapon. I can really only wield two weapons to any deadly effect.
First up, the most versatile farming tool on Earth - the machete. I carry one with a... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | I’ve spent a week with my king’s daughter, a woman so skilled with blades that no man has ever beaten her in single combat.
I’ve fallen for her, like a fool drawn to the rattle of a snake. She’s smart, skilled, beautiful, and funny. She’s kind to the lowest servant, yet fierce in her protection of them.
And I’ve gon... | So it had come to this. She pulled out her sword and I knew there was only one way I could win.
See, I'm not a swordfighter, or an expert of precision with any kind of weapon. I can really only wield two weapons to any deadly effect.
First up, the most versatile farming tool on Earth - the machete. I carry one with a... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "So, uh, we'll have to fight to the death?"
The princess shrugged. "Yeah."
"Okay, so... thing is, I'll definitely lose," I admit. "I'm not exactly a fighter, and I'm honestly still not sure why I'm here."
"My father said that you could be worthy of me," she replies, nonchalantly stoking the flame before us. Her cham... | "Please don't" he whimpered.
She stood over him, a plain look on her face.
"You just need to get to know me better, one week is hardly enough time......."
She raised her sword, arcing it high above her head, the soft clink of armor making the only sound.
A whisper, "I thought......you said.....is this really how it... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "Er, look, can't we talk about this?" I asked as the rapier swished within a hair's breadth of making making me say that a couple of octaves higher. "I mean, I'm really good in bed. I go to sleep really quickly."
"Hah," she yelled, ignoring my feeble attempt at humour. "No man will take me. I vow it with every oun... | "Please don't" he whimpered.
She stood over him, a plain look on her face.
"You just need to get to know me better, one week is hardly enough time......."
She raised her sword, arcing it high above her head, the soft clink of armor making the only sound.
A whisper, "I thought......you said.....is this really how it... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "We must duel to the death, you say?"
"Yes." She grins challengingly. "I so enjoy this part. The wooing is always fun, sure, but I've trained for this all my life. I'm the greatest swordman of the country. This is what I live for."
"Well, very well." I pull out two decks. "I like to play green blue. I'm assuming you... | "Please don't" he whimpered.
She stood over him, a plain look on her face.
"You just need to get to know me better, one week is hardly enough time......."
She raised her sword, arcing it high above her head, the soft clink of armor making the only sound.
A whisper, "I thought......you said.....is this really how it... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | I’ve spent a week with my king’s daughter, a woman so skilled with blades that no man has ever beaten her in single combat.
I’ve fallen for her, like a fool drawn to the rattle of a snake. She’s smart, skilled, beautiful, and funny. She’s kind to the lowest servant, yet fierce in her protection of them.
And I’ve gon... | "Please don't" he whimpered.
She stood over him, a plain look on her face.
"You just need to get to know me better, one week is hardly enough time......."
She raised her sword, arcing it high above her head, the soft clink of armor making the only sound.
A whisper, "I thought......you said.....is this really how it... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | "We must duel to the death, you say?"
"Yes." She grins challengingly. "I so enjoy this part. The wooing is always fun, sure, but I've trained for this all my life. I'm the greatest swordman of the country. This is what I live for."
"Well, very well." I pull out two decks. "I like to play green blue. I'm assuming you... | "Er, look, can't we talk about this?" I asked as the rapier swished within a hair's breadth of making making me say that a couple of octaves higher. "I mean, I'm really good in bed. I go to sleep really quickly."
"Hah," she yelled, ignoring my feeble attempt at humour. "No man will take me. I vow it with every oun... | |
[WP] You’ve traveled a great distance to finally court the princess. Many others have tried and failed. Why? At the end of a week with her, you must duel her to the death. She is the greatest sword fighter in the land, so your only hope is to convince her to call off the fight. | I’ve spent a week with my king’s daughter, a woman so skilled with blades that no man has ever beaten her in single combat.
I’ve fallen for her, like a fool drawn to the rattle of a snake. She’s smart, skilled, beautiful, and funny. She’s kind to the lowest servant, yet fierce in her protection of them.
And I’ve gon... | "Er, look, can't we talk about this?" I asked as the rapier swished within a hair's breadth of making making me say that a couple of octaves higher. "I mean, I'm really good in bed. I go to sleep really quickly."
"Hah," she yelled, ignoring my feeble attempt at humour. "No man will take me. I vow it with every oun... | |
[WP] You’re the ancient Dread-Lord and you hear a knock on the door of your lair. It’s a contingent of townsfolk seeking an audience. Turns out that the so-called “heroes” supposedly setting out to save the kingdom from you are actually assholes murdering and plundering across the land. | For years the icy cave was undisturbed save for the howling wind that echoed through its chambers. Time stood still for the Amemnon, the one they called the corruptor. For decades he remained trapped in the same place since his fall, pinned to the wall of runes by the holy sword Grandegelm. The passing years did little... | Long and Gothic architecture. Red and tattered drapes and carpets. The lack of natural light aside from the green flames inhabiting the lanterns and torches. This is what he saw every day as he waited for these hero’s of legend, destined to bring an end to his corrupt and powerful dark influence that plagued green fore... | |
[WP] Everyone has demons inside them, amplified incarnations of their flaws. Most are tormented by them, some make pacts that allow them to be summoned, and a select few have even made friends with them. | My demons know me best. They've been with me through everything, created by my flaws and helping me with them.
Taris is my demon of spite, birthed when my high school boyfriend cheated on me with my 'best friend'. He's the oldest of my demons and whispered in my ear ideas on how to get retribution. Some of his ideas w... | "Richard!" the mother bellowed from the kitchen downstairs. "Come down here and help me set the table!"
"Uh... Uhn..."
A shameful sound escaped from Richard's lips. A moment of clarity, a couple gathered breaths, and a sigh of guilt and frustration. Then the boy snapped his laptop shut and the darkness swallowed the ... | |
[WP] You are a driver for Getaway. A ride share app like Uber or Lyft just for criminals. Tell your tales. | The *ding* of the app goes off about halfway through my 3rd cup of coffee of the evening. 11:30 PM. Someone has plans for the witching hour, and there's room for one more. No details, though. Always troubling, the no detail jobs; either they didn't know enough to put the particulars into the app, or they know enough to... | The request had come in like any other. A notification on his phone, just a simple icon accompanied by a single vibration. Like the others he had the option to accept or decline the client, and like other rideshare apps everyone had ratings. After several lucrative and successful jobs he had been receiving an influx of... | |
[WP] An Immortal being is trapped in a body that has been/is being zombified. | “Arise, my servant! Arise!”
A deep voice rang out across the cosmos. Shi-Fong opened his eyes. It was not the first time a mortal had attempted to contact him, but it had been centuries. He frowned. Mortals often sought the gods for their guidance. But this one tugged with an insistence. Before he could decide on a pu... | Dear diary,
It's been a long time since I last had the chance to write you. After a night out to the bar with those friends I made in the shipyards, things kind of went off the rails. There was a greaser type who kept trying to step in between Fred and his girl. You know Fred, he's a good guy, a stand up guy even but ... | |
[WP] After you untimely death in a car accident your girlfriend brings your soul back into the mortal realm and traps it in a crystal after a few days you want to convince her to let you go back to afterlife | It's not that the afterlife was particularly good. We mostly sat around campfires and chanted our hymns in praise of the God. And life in a crystal wasn't necessarily bad. I didn't hunger, get bored, or have to work for a living. My partner could even visit me inside the crystal she had sucked me back into. She would c... | The sensation was intense, like being squished into an airtight box. To tight to move, to tight to breath. It was like trying to gasp for air without ever getting a respite. I could vaguely hear a voice though it. A voice that seemed strangely familiar.
"Please," I breath, "Please let me go."
"Daria? Is that you... | |
[WP] You are the last person on Earth after a 20 year nuclear war. Several aliens keep trying to convince you to let them abduct you. | I sat looking at my options. Literally hundreds of them. Representatives from dozens of planets all vying for the chance to abduct me. I get to listen to each delegation present their pitch and narrow it down, until finally I decide. I don’t have any way to tell who is lying and who is telling the truth, nor do I have ... | The aliens are trying to abduct me so I pulled the all powerful move and pull out my handy dandy vacuum and point it at them and say DIE MOTHERFUCKERS and blast them until they are dead I am the one and only leader of Earth and nobody stands in my way the other aliens from their planet did not like that and decided to ... | |
[WP] Your merchant company has grown tremendously since you started trading with the demons, who have a surprising interest in literature. Since then you've been pen pals with numerous high-ranking devils, and have formed a rather unusual book club. | The footstep landed on the fourth step leading up to my register. That single footstep was the first moment Cardinal, my overweight cat, noticed the man. My wife got me that cat for my fourtieth birthday. She died a few months after. Now, I'm balding, fourty-two, penniless, and I have an obese cat that I don't feed, so... | The merchant business is always slow that is until the tall man in the suit walked in.
He told me that my shop would never go anywhere unless I let him helpe all's I had to do was sign my name on a paper simple enough I thought he was going to take my shop.no....he did much worse.
Ever since I signed that paper stra... | |
[WP] When Humanity left the Sol system, they discovered they were the most advanced race in the galaxy. As time passed, Humanity became the advanced precursor race of the galaxy. Tell the story of the species that came after us. | We all arrived in the stars in the same way. We all have scattered memories of you, my friends, arriving on our worlds and teaching us in our primitive times. Memories preserved through song, writing and art. Memories of you, how the corners of your mouths turned upwards, showing your teeth, but we did not feel threa... | We are not the first, not by a million years. They built and created and expanded, until they stopped. We wouldn't make the same mistake. Upon this desert world we look up at the eroded tower, only one word remains engraved on it with what appears to be a crude stone tool:" liberty". Ironic, for liberty was their downf... | |
[WP] When Humanity left the Sol system, they discovered they were the most advanced race in the galaxy. As time passed, Humanity became the advanced precursor race of the galaxy. Tell the story of the species that came after us. | We all arrived in the stars in the same way. We all have scattered memories of you, my friends, arriving on our worlds and teaching us in our primitive times. Memories preserved through song, writing and art. Memories of you, how the corners of your mouths turned upwards, showing your teeth, but we did not feel threa... | They stood around the opening in the hill, more a lone mountain really. In the vast sweeps of the rolling dunes it alone stood tall. Kik, The leader of the expedition, stood at the entrance. The wind blew sand down on them like clouds that forgot to float. But the wind itself seemed to be scared of this place, because ... | |
[WP] "Everyone has some kind of hidden talent, show us what yours is." ............ "Now listen to me very carefully, never show anyone that you do that ever again." | Everyone in the world has a hidden talent, this is something that has been a fact of life for as long as society has existed. Each individual's talent is unique in it's own way, with it being as much of a part of who they are as the hair on their head or the color of their eyes. Some people choose to show their talent ... | "Everyone has some kind of hidden talent, show us what yours is." The technician said, everyone had a power, some people manipulated small things, some people had the ability to flood their system with enough adrenaline to slow time to a crawl except for themselves. I knew what my power was, I had used it before. I ... | |
[WP] "Everyone has some kind of hidden talent, show us what yours is." ............ "Now listen to me very carefully, never show anyone that you do that ever again." | “Never again! You hear me?” He shouted out with a finger wagging in my face. His breathing labored as his face slowly regained its color. He began coughing as he tried to regain his composure.
“But dad!” I pleaded with him as tears started to cascade down my cheeks.
“You asked me to show you what the talent was... | "Well..." I coughed after the experience. "I mean, it would have been great if it worked."
I was lying on the ground, looking up in the sky. Still dizzy, still trying to see his face that was blurred.
"Has it? Has it worked ever?" He asked and I felt anger in his voice. For what reason he was mad I do not know. I had... | |
[deleted] | [WP] Touch a person once and no one will recognize them. Touch them again and the effect wears off. Celebrities and politicians seek you out, for you are Anon, and you can give the gift of anonymity to anyone — if the price is right. | This is my first time writing something I hope you all like it.
Kathren's legs ached as she ran, her heart pounding and her lungs burning. They had found her again. Behind her she heard shouting and cursing as men chased her down the dirty streets and alleyways of the latest city she called home.
It had been like thi... | He didn't take his eyes off mine.
A glowing neon flow collapsed in through the window of the cheap and minute bar. the buzzing and bright sign sat loosely outside. "Lucifer's brew". An ironic place to meet The Devil for a deal, but it was his idea. It was the size of a large caravan, with 3 circular seating areas ad... |
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